Lil' Sojar

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Title Saga of the Sanpitch Vol 07
Subject Pioneers
Description Stories and poems about early Southern Utah Pioneers
Publisher Snow College
Date 1975
Type Text
Format application/pdf
Language eng
Rights Management Snow College
Holding Institution Snow College
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Setname snowc_sts
Date Created 2005-02-26
Date Modified 2005-02-26
ID 325315
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Title Lil' Sojar
Description His horse lay several yards down the canyon, and just beyond that was the huddled figure of a man. The mists closed in again, and Andy lay back. His searching fingers had found a nasty gash near his hairline which he no doubt had received when he struck the ground. Blood had dried on his face. After a few minutes, the nausea which had seized him passed, and he was able to raise his head again. The soldier was trying to get to his knees, and even with his tricky vision Andy was able to recognize the man. It was Anderson. Impulsively, and with no regard for his own safety Andy keptto the pro-tection of the overhang and ran a staggering and zig-zag course to where the tottering Anderson stood. Blurred and fever-filled eyes searched Andy's face as they started back toward the overhang, Anderson's body heavy against the smaller man. They had slowly covered half the distance when the guns opened up on the sidehill. the slugs spanking harmlessly into the hard earth, or ricocheting off the wall of the cliff. Dazedly, Andy wondered why the Indians were shooting wide and high. With some effort Andy pushed Anderson under the overhang and squeezed in beside him. Part of his body was exposed, but he didn't seem to realize it. Anderson made no sound, and Andy reasoned that he had lost conscious- ness. Under the hot overhang Andy soon came to realize that he was very thirsty. One glance told him that Anderson had no canteen and that his own was under the body of the horse. He lay back and tried to figure it out. The Indians could have killed both him and Anderson, so there could be but one concIusion! they were going to make him suffer for his bravery. They would hold true to Indian custom and savage procedure by torturing him until he screamed for mercy. He knew how they tried to prove their superiority over the white man. Andy's head pained him, and he pressed it hard between his hands. What could be more terrible than to die of thirst? "Li'l sojar. You want to fight somemore?" The taunting voice came from across the canyon, and for a full min-ute the words didn't record on Andy's swimming brain. Fight? How could he fight someone he couldn't see? "Li'l sojar," came the taunting voice again. "You pretty brave." Little Soldier! They were mocking him now, slowly building up to that final torture . . .death by thirst. Anderson was mumbling incoherently, and Andy tried hard not to listen. He flicked his tongue out over cracking lips. When darkness came he would try to get away. He could make it in the darkness. And carry Anderson? No, he would leave Anderson. He owed the sergeant nothing. He would leave Anderson here to die. -46-
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Identifier 055_Lil' Sojar.jpg
Source Saga of the Sanpitch Vol. 7
Setname snowc_sts
Date Created 2005-02-19
Date Modified 2005-02-19
ID 325283
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